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@murdrclone

"You just gonna stand there or do you need something?"

"I know your biscuits are different but it just looks weird, mate." Hobie looked at the substance again. American Gravy didn't seem to look right. "Why's it grey?" a beat "it's like a bird's gone and shat on your plate." was that insulting? "No offense." he added.

jneswatsn

"It's food." Edible and free, just how MJ preferred it. Being a struggling college student had taught her to not be picky pretty quickly. Even though things were more stable now, old habits died hard. "You got better?"

#hobie #punktastic #138b #reply

webbgineer

Peter was sitting quietly in the lab looking at another set of blood samples. Call it morbid curiosity, but he was dying to know how different each of their (spider-man's) blood was from one universe to the next. He was in the middle of swapping them out when he kept hearing a shuffling of feet. He looked up, seeing someone that was either lost or definitely looking for...--well, anywhere but here.

"You looking for the bathroom?" he smiled, silently amused.

jneswatsn

It kind of felt like trespassing. It didn't matter that MJ had been part of the Stark Scholarship program at MIT or interning with the program after graduation. She had a keycard with access to the Avenger's Compound, but it still felt wrong to be there. Ignoring his question, she wandered over towards his research and leaned forward to read the names on the slides. Dark eyes scanned the scrawl again and again before she leaned back. Peter? Her former crush ( who had been gone for longer than she had known him ) didn't surface much these days. Seeing his name was weird.

"What are you doing with this?"

#peter #tasm #webbgineer #reply

martyrdclone

"I used to think I was unoriginal for being a clone and now I just feel unoriginal being spider-man."

jneswatsn

"You're Spider-Man?" It had been so long since New York had one swinging around. Peter was gone. Spider-man was gone. MJ had already suspected it, but now in his absence she was certain. "Like, Spider-man Spider-man?"

#ben #martyrdclone #616 #reply

lastchanceflash

Flash sat there drowning in his fourth drink, too numb the feeling of the alien tendrils squirm around him and the haunting voice that whispered in the corners of his mind. It was all becoming too much when he was bumped into making him spill some of his drink. He felt his new parasite recoil ready to fight, but instead, he just cleared his throat and rolled his chair slightly to the left. "Could you pay a little more attention next time?" His voice had little bite in it. He was too exhausted for aggression right this second.

jneswatsn

It had been a while since they had seen each other. Michelle, as a rule of thumb, minded her own business even if she was always aware of her surroundings. The collision was observed from the corner of her eye. It wasn't until the person in the wheelchair looked her way that MJ realized it was Flash. Shit. She bit back a groan at the fact that they had made eye contact. She wasn't looking to socialize. Still, a part of her felt like she owed it to him.

"Flash Thompson." A statement, not a question. MJ did her best to smile. "Long time."

#flash #lastchanceflash #prime #reply

starquill

"Did you know they don't sell walkman's anymore? I mean they do, but you can't just go out and buy one, you gotta pay some asshat online. Fricken' kid at Best Buy laughed at me and then tried to sell me an iphone pay plan and I was like--dude, I don't need an iphone, unless verizon's got cell phone towers across the galaxy I don't know about--which they don't--I just want to jam out to my tapes. Then he called me a fossil and said that he couldn't help me. What is with these earth kids, man--they're a buncha' dicks."

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